I Was Running Errands for My Husband Until One Conversation Exposed the Truth

I set my coffee on the counter beside me and gripped the edge with one hand and thought very deliberately about not crying in public.

“How long?” I asked.

He hesitated. That hesitation told me more than the answer did.

“At least a year,” he said. “Maybe longer. I transferred to the department eight months ago and it was already happening then.”

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